I move right past New York, Frankfurt, Dubai, Delhi, and jump right in the crux of Tamil Nadu's big one, Chennai. Big and dirty, dirty but warm, warm but humid, a place where my lungs are feeling pretty challenged, after a nice little stroll by the big Wahajah Mosque and the beach, for it is, somewhere in between these two landmarks, that my guest-house of choice for this evening has its weirdly complicated elevator running its vertical course.
Otherwise, there are too many schoolkids around, way too many, and they're very excited to see a long-haired fellow with a backpack wandering through their turf -nice kids though, so what can I possibly complain about. No, life is rather complex, and I am trying to make some sense out of it, by following a most ingenious program of getting lost and uber-stimulated and even-more-so challenged by India and its abundance of complexities and effervescence of testing experiences. Yes, such is my plan, fighting fire with fire, figuratively speaking of course, or if I were to be more accurate, confusion with uber-confusion.
Does it work? Well, that's for time to decide. As for us, what else can we do but try and participate in these uncertain processes that form the fabric of this very life we are attempting to reclaim, or at least, reconnect with. Meanwhile, time is fleeting, and love is the only antidote to the madness that is intrinsically part of the 'We' that is us.
Be well, and if you can really feel something, from your heart, then you're really ahead of the masses that have forgotten how to create and appreciate.
From Chennai, hallucinating, confusion my traveling companion -for now.
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